Till Another Day
WORDS Paul Osborne
NOT FOR SALE
Evening has arrived, the last breath of day has been drawn,
Pulled to her lips like a thief’s final cigarette.
Snatched from creation it whips white horses to a frenzy.
I am complicit to her violence,
A witness to the last gasp of day
Marked in time by this moment of wonder.
She blows through me,
My presence is of little consequence
She continues her merry dance
I feel the glass in her sand
Like a cat of so many tales
She scratches, any place she finds skin.
She is rare in her beauty
Violent with her power
she does not discriminate
I imagine her… still,
Sultry, cool, even gentle
Occasionally rising to wisp at my skin.
She would ebb — to and fro,
She would move — soft and slow
Another time, another setting sun.
I return to my thoughts,
My meaningless banter
My tribulation and trial.
It creeps in
It rots from the inside
Despite the glorious vision in front of me.
I remember a child… watching…
Whilst other children, with arms outstretched,
Would swing… to and fro.
A calm… she falls... I close my eyes
she deeply exhales
All pours from her…
My eyes… Open again
To the wonder of all,
Alas… she is gone… to another day.
Till another day.
Artist statements
KATHERINE
On the Passing of an Aunt…(a community carer for young women in trouble, single mothers and victims of abuse) I found myself near her home — by the sea, perhaps seeking peace at that time, I found myself in a wild, approaching storm. As I reflected on this strong woman who had a major impact on my life, I felt the violence in that moment of my surrounds, it felt cruel, hard to hold a thought.
As I slowly came to terms and accepting of my surrounds, the weather became more still. A fierce woman, who struggled, who felt the torment of a world that could be cruel. A woman who offered deep love to generations of young children. The last of her generation in my life, the last of her kind in my life.
A Woman whose ideals and inherent wisdom and compassion lay imbedded in the lives of those she connected with. Imbedded wisdom, imbedded love that permeates a generation and moving forward and in time — future generations.
PAUL
A meditation on Generational love, on love that permeates, continues to impact, and be carried across time. A love that endures in a world that can be wild, savage, serene.